No Statements

[Intro: Kuttem Reese] Ayy, ayy Look, we ain't getting on no live, nigga We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look Who the fuck is KuttemReese? Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?) Mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm, mm-mm I'm finna show you right here I'm finna show you right here Look [Verse 1: Kuttem Reese] We ain't sending out no texts, nigga (No we not) We ain't getting on no live talking 'bout beef and sending out threats, nigga (Shh) All yo' niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga (Okay) Baby Joker gone, that Ace of Spades come out his debt, nigga (Ayy) Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must ain't aim right? I wasn’t even dead, you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (Come on, come on) Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide, we doing it the same night (Right now, right now) I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right (Bro, c'mon) Stretcher gang, she must say I'll scrap, know she a dead dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened? That nigga lost his damn life I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (Cop, cop) How the fuck I'ma rapper and be KuttEm Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit? I would've caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal shit (Stupid) Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga Y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt (Damn) I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt Rah-rah, CKN, bitch [Interlude: Lil Durk] Smurk Huh, I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now, real killers for real, bro, you know? (Gang, gang, gang) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes Them niggas was bragging, get on they ass and turnt they brothers ashes (Grrra) Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (Facts) I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking (Man what?) Lil' bro give headshots for real Calm bro down, he off two pills (Oh yeah) Slide on opps, bro got the wheel Black box on that Glock for real (Gang) Roll my dawg two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That high-speed in that Hellcat crazy Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush, that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady Drugs and lean, I'm too sedated What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby We don't stop at those, you crazy? I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer eighty Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again Let's get it [Outro: Lil Durk] Yeah, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm, mm Mm Mm, mm, mm Know you hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker Gang, gang, gang